Rosemary

She had the longest brown hair
And an attitude stretched down to her thighs
She kissed the man in the moon with tears in her eyes
The gun's still smoking, but the rust is creeping in at the seams
She told me it's a crying shame
The freedom land didn't make it past seventeen

This cold's dripping on down through the Bible Belt
Rosemary cries to the sky and asks for help
The children, wild and free, but they can't be mine
Won't you tell me, Rosemary
How you turned that whiskey to wine this time?

She packs a bag and she's running, she's already gone
No matter how she tells the story, her words always seem to be spun
So she hitches up her skirt and she climbs into that rusted Cadillac
She drives and she drives
'Cause she knows, that she's dead if she ever turns
And starts coming back

I wonder sometimes
I checked on her last night
But she didn't seem to care much when I asked
I checked out in due time
So when she called the landline
I'd been gone three hours past

This cold's dripping on down through the Bible Belt
Rosemary cries to the sky and asks for help
The children, wild and free, but they can't be mine
Won't you tell me, Rosemary
How you turned that whiskey to wine this time?

In the land of the angels
Where the starlight shines down through the dust
Everybody I still know can't recall a thing about the two of us
I called the house line, it must have been a year ago now
They don't remember you, so I guess it doesn't matter anyhow

I wonder sometimes
I thought about her last night
But it never feels right when I think to ask
I checked out in due time
So when she left for my side
I think she's already slipped past

This cold struck my heart down in the Bible Belt
Rosemary cried on the earth but now she sings in hell
The children, wild and free, but they can't be mine
Won't you tell me, Rosemary
How you turned your sorrow to mine this time?